And I couldn’t help but notice that Emily, who usually went to sleep before any of the rest of us, made a point of waiting out Maya and Ian. While she didn’t say anything to me, I had a feeling she was doing exactly what I was doing, waiting until they went to bed and then checking the nanny cam, hoping to catch their next love-making session live. But for the first few nights that they were back, nothing happened.
Then, on the fourth night, as I was brushing my teeth with the nanny cam app open on my phone, I heard Maya say “you want some of this, tonight?” There was something about the way she said it, a sort of playfulness in her voice, that made me instantly know that the question was sexual in nature. Sure enough, when I glanced down at my phone, I was momentarily stunned. Maya was standing directly in front of the camera, her back to it, obscuring the view of Ian, who was lying on the bed. She was wearing a t-shirt and nothing else. Her perfect, tight little ass was right there in front of the camera. After giving Ian a moment to take in the view, Maya moved forward, crawling onto the bed. They began kissing.
Just then I heard a knock on the bathroom door. It was Emily. “Jake, get your ass out here and turn on the TV.”
When I entered the bedroom, Emily was sitting on the bed, her eyes glued to her phone. Like Maya (and clearly because of Maya), she was naked from the waist down, wearing nothing but a tank top. I quickly turned on the TV and fiddled with my phone until the live feed was mirrored onto the large screen. Emily put down her phone and stared at the screen, mesmerized, her fingers already gravitating down between her legs.
On the screen, Maya was leaning over Ian, her long dark hair draped over his hips, obscuring our view of the blowjob she was clearly giving him. Ian had one hand resting on the top of her head. A few seconds later, and without either of us saying a word, I was on my back, my underwear off, and Emily was sucking my cock, her head tilted just enough to keep an eye on the screen.
Over the next 15 minutes, and again without ever verbally communicating with one another, we mimicked everything that Maya and Ian did, eventually culminating in Emily having a loud orgasm while riding on top of me. After we’d both come, she rolled off of me and we both silently watched the screen as Maya and Ian wrapped up their lovemaking session in similar fashion a few minutes later.
CAUGHT
Over the next two months, a similar scene played out at least once or twice a week, as Emily and I made love whenever we noticed Maya and Ian doing so. We had long since overcome our guilt and were both openly fretting about what we would do when Maya and Ian finally moved back to their own place. The voyeurism had become so routine, become such a critical part of our sex life, that the thought of going without it was almost unbearable.
But eventually that day arrived. Maya and Ian were set to move out on Saturday. The night before, Emily’s parents had agreed to have all of the kids, including Sophia, spend the night at their house, so we could have a farewell celebration with Maya and Ian and help them move out the next morning. Over the course of the evening, we all had a fair amount to drink, more than we usually did, and by the time we decided to head up to bed, we were all pretty tipsy. Maya, who was an outgoing, touchy feely type of person under normal circumstances, was particularly so that night. She must have hugged me at least half a dozen times in just the period after dinner. After telling several stories in her typical, highly demonstrative way, she eventually settled down on the couch and curled up against Ian. As we began watching an episode of The Good Place, I kept glancing over at them. Maya kept leaning in and kissing Ian on the neck. And one of her hands was buried under the blanket they were sharing. A few times I saw movement under the blanket and was sure she was at least rubbing his cock.
When the show ended, I elbowed Emily and yawned. She took the hint and we both got up, said goodnight and headed upstairs, hopeful that we’d get one last show on the nanny cam. As soon as we were in the bedroom, I turned on the TV and began fiddling with my phone. No luck. The nanny cam app indicated that the basement camera wasn’t yet active. So I switched to the family room camera, expecting to see Maya and Ian still sitting on the couch watching TV. But I was in for a surprise.
Maya and Ian were still on the couch, but neither of them was watching the TV. Maya was straddling Ian, her back to the camera. The blanket was covering her waist, but there was no question they were fucking. She had her arms around Ian’s neck and they were kissing passionately, as her hips rose up and down. Emily gasped when she realized what she was seeing. There was something so brazen about it. They were right below us, right in the middle of the family room, right where we had been sitting less than five minutes earlier. They could have so easily been caught. What if Emily had forgotten her phone? Or if I had decided I wanted a snack from the fridge?
At first we just watched, silently, in much the same way we had the first time we’d seen them. We watched as Ian gently lifted off Maya’s t-shirt, tossing it aside, and began kissing her breasts. All of this was happening right out in the open, right below us. They hadn’t even bothered to dim the lights.
Eventually we remembered each other and a few moments later we were kissing and rapidly removing our own clothes. We were both so powerfully turned on that we were practically attacking each other. It was intense, aggressive, and loud, at least by our standards. And for once we were completely focused on each other, not on the screen. Within 30 seconds of us first making eye contact, I was on top of Emily, thrusting wildly, her legs wrapped around me. The bed creaked loudly with each thrust and before too long Emily was moaning. And then she screamed.
For a moment, I thought she had come. But then she pushed hard against my chest, knocking me backward. Startled, I followed her eyes to the right, trying to figure out what had spooked her. The door to our bedroom was halfway open and standing in the door frame, with a blanket draped over them, were Maya and Ian. My eyes immediately glanced over at the TV, which was still on, still showing the now empty family room couch. Not only were we caught in the act of fucking, but it was plain as day that we had been watching them have sex on the TV, that we’d been spying on them.
But somehow they didn’t look mad. There was nothing accusatory or confrontational in their expressions. To the contrary, they were both grinning. I didn’t know what I was feeling. I was part mortified, part confused, and still powerfully aroused. Just seconds earlier, I had been furiously fucking my wife and on the verge of climaxing.